I’d never seen surfing live in my life before, and barely on TV. But my friend and I woke up at 8 a.m. and were the first people past the turnstiles at 9 a.m. in circular key, ready to board to ferry to Manly and watch some surfing action.
It was the first time I’d ever been to Manly as well, so it was nice walking through the town. We were early so the streets were pretty quiet and the beach wasn’t crowded either. We trudged our way over to the front, settling down just out the tide’s reach. Continue reading